Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Organ,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.